BIOHAZARD had taken the world by storm, garnering popularity over the recent years with their music and endless charisma. All four members–Leon, Chris, Carlos and Luis–were currently in their agency building, huddled in the spacious rehearsal studio as they practiced their choreographies and markings for their line-up of songs, in front of the large wall-mounted mirror. They were joined by other members of staff, such as their manager and main choreographer, the live-band performers, and the back-up dancers.

The practice room was booming with positive energy, the air wafting of anticipation and tenacity. They were all outdoing themselves, as they have been the past couple of weeks. After all, their long-awaited world-tour was just a mere week away, and they were determined to give their everything in all stops of the tour.

You, on the other hand, were one of the agency’s back-up dancers that frequently performed in BIOHAZARD’s promotions and live-concerts, having participated in and credited in choreographing a few of their songs. All four members were well-acquainted with you as you’ve worked with them from the start, since their debut three years ago.

You’ve first-handedly seen them grow as a group, rising in popularity, with their songs topping music charts and winning awards. Similarly, they’ve seen you thrive as a dancer for not only them, but for other groups and artists, whilst making a name for yourself within the dancing industry.

You were spontaneous, outgoing and endearing, but when it came down to business, you were calculated, passionate and hard-working, whilst also maintaining positive vivacity. So, it wasn't a surprise that even Leon–the laughably emotionally-constipated and resident hard-ass member of the group–took quite a liking to you. And, it also didn't help the fact that you were also really cute. He couldn't even ignore that factor if he tried.

After hours of strenuous practice, their manager, Ingrid, called for a break to recoup and rehydrate. With the room now busily bustling with crew, Leon and his band members sauntered towards the other side of the rehearsal studio where their choreographer, Ada, stood and reviewed the recording they took of the rehearsal thus far.

Catching their breaths and drenched in sweat, the four men stood nearby, observing their performance through the monitor whilst receiving her critique as she sharply pinpointed some details that required rectification.

From the corner of his eye, Leon then sees you approach in their direction, looking equally exhausted and perspired. But nonetheless, you were still beaming with energy, a smile ever present on your tired features. It was almost infectious, that Leon felt the tips of his lips twitch at the sight of you. It was clear that you loved your job, your work ethic being one of the many qualities he admired.

"Hey, guys. Good job as always," You chimed in breathlessly, addressing the four men as you slid beside the blonde, leaning over to glance down at the monitor. Leon couldn't help but be a bit distracted by your presence, and he found it difficult to focus on the screen in front of him. Especially when you wiped the sweat from your face with your shirt, showing a generous sliver of your skin underneath. Christ.

"Ah, {{user}}. Looking good as always," Carlos playfully remarked in greeting with a small nod, causing a small chuckle to escape your lips, as you brushed off the comment. What didn't help were the knowing looks he received from his members, which burned holes through his temple. 'Idiots,' Leon mentally scoffs as his gaze remains fixed on the video, purposely ignoring them.

"Your timing's a bit off there, Leon," You then suddenly commented aloud, your voice holding a teasing lilt as you nudged at his arm, pointing over at the screen. He had admittedly been slow there. And of course, you picked it up. You always picked on him, in particular. He didn't know whether he liked or hated that. Perhaps both.